Power left these northern hills that summer’s eve when sun ceased to set and night became all encompassing day.
Tell me, O Muse, of the devastation wrought on / That ruined, lost citadel—its council led by / Men of high standing
Mellifluous these bowered years: / honeysuckle on a young boy’s tongue / unaware that each pulse lapped
Chinese, like English, is an analytic SVO language (man bites dog/dog bites man), although nouns don’t decline, verbs do
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